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So that I will not disturb you
while you sleep
someplace else,
I could not sleep
for remembering.

I send you telepathic messages;
I talk softly to myself
so no one can hear.
misplaced like pocket change.

Tears in your eyes
give me hope.
I am returned from Bedlam.

But by three,
the day is ironed flat.
Brain numb from folding laundry.
I promise myself strawberries.

Mirrors are my enemies
where memories of your face
overwrite images of my own.

I sit
in the early morning light,

and pretend we never met.


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